A little cold, little wet,

a little tired and yet

I am here. Still,

full of wonder.

The morning chill leaves

little to the imagination

and much less

to hope for.

Expected, perhaps, as it

always is, this time, this

season is only what

we ask of it.

11/21/2024                                                                                                                    j.g.l.

The answers are far less certain

than even last week, to all those

perennial questions or solutions

you might seek.

What do you believe, or 

what do you believe in?

Come Monday, you have fewer 

questions than you had last week.

For a while there are less doubts

in what you believe. 

Whom do you believe in,

and who believes in you?

11/18/2024                                                                                                          j.g.l.

We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.

What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.

Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.

The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.

Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?

© 2021 j.g. lewis